Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Costa Rica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.